Sang Qian's movement stiffened for a moment, and she awkwardly withdrew her hand, "Why didn't you knock before coming in?"
Ji Chengzhou walked toward the room, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"
"Reply to what message?" Sang Qian feigned ignorance, "Did you send me a message?" Then she pretended to check her phone, "Oh, there really is an unread message. Maybe I didn't see it because I just went to the bathroom. What did you want me to do over there? Did you need something from me?"
Ji Chengzhou stood by the bed, his profound gaze fixed on Sang Qian, "Can't I look for you if there's nothing important?"
Why did this sentence sound so familiar?
She remembered that the last time Ji Chengzhou came to look for her before a business trip, he had said the same thing. Then, he had wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting to be intimate, and she rejected him for the first time.
He couldn't be here to seek pleasure again, could he?
